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    "What kind of lineup did Bill Laimbeer send? He didn't even let the two point guards of the Wizards play. With such a lineup, who is he going to use to organize the offense? Is he going to let Larry Hughes organize the offense?  ?Larry Hughes is not very tall, only 196cm, which is a height between point guard and shooting guard. You can also play point guard at this height, but I would like to ask whether Larry Hughes can pass the ball.  Ball? I really want to pry open Bill Laimbeer¡¯s head to see how he thought of arranging such a lineup"

    The commentator on the scene saw the Wizards' lineup and kept making complaints and sarcasm.  But their complaints and sarcasm are useless. The game still depends on strength. As long as the Wizards can win against the Lakers, any lineup will be correct.  Of course, if they knew that the Wizards planned to use the Princeton system to compete with the Lakers' triangle tactics, I believe the commentators on the scene would jump with excitement. Even Mr. David Stern, who decided to block the Wizards, estimated that  We will also consider whether to broadcast the game live globally.

    Of course, this is just a hypothesis. They don¡¯t know the lineup the Wizards will use, so they will complain about the Wizards¡¯ lineup and complain about Bill Laimbeer¡¯s lack of basic coaching common sense.

    The referee blew the whistle on his chest, and the game started again. Devin George stood on the sideline and served to Fisher, and the others began to fight for positions on the inside, trying hard to get positions.

    I took a position in the backcourt and soon faced Shaquille O'Neal, but Shaquille O'Neal was completely different from the previous two quarters this time. He did not resolutely engage in physical confrontation with me, even in the second quarter.  There was no level of confrontation like in a game. Instead, he stayed close to my body, moving with small steps, slowly adjusting his body and his position to catch the ball.  There was no head-to-head confrontation with me at all. I guess this was Phil Jackson rearranging tasks for Shaquille O'Neal and arranging the tactics he should use when facing my defense.

    I don¡¯t know how Shaquille O¡¯Neal will deal with me in a while, but I know that Shaquille O¡¯Neal now gives me enough time, space, and energy to raise my head and carefully observe the people around me.  The movement allows me to have enough energy to calculate the direction, speed and purpose of everyone's movement, which allows me to see the situation on the court more clearly.

    Derek Fisher dribbled to outside the three-point line. Under the defense of Larry Hughes, he bent over and dribbled the ball carefully.  He stretched out his left hand and made a gesture that only Lakers players could understand, preparing to implement a tactic they thought should be implemented best.

    I was watching closely, pricking up my ears to listen to the different footsteps surrounding me, observing the use of everyone on the Lakers, trying to remind my teammates in time to fill positions and pursue defense in time.

    Karl Malone, who was originally standing on the right side of the paint, moved. Karl Malone, who was originally entangled with Carlos Boozer, suddenly moved up his position and escaped from Carlos Boozer's control.  , half turned around and made a gesture of catching the ball.  This caused Carlos Boozer to take a small step forward involuntarily.  The originally tight three-two defense suddenly appeared a little loophole.

    The loophole is not big, but it is fatal enough, because the Lakers obviously had some premeditation, and Kobe Bryant suddenly got through this loophole.  Half-turning while running, he caught the ball from Derek Fisher and then drove it straight into the hole.

    I was a little hesitant, not sure whether to double guard Kobe Bryant at this time.  But this time came without any hesitation. I could only give up defending Shaquille O'Neal and half-turn around.  He pounced towards Kobe Bryant who was about to jump up.

    Darko Milicic also pressed forward, and I and I formed a double defense on Kobe Bryant, one on the left and one on the right, forcing Kobe Bryant to jump into the air and raise his hands in the air.  basketball, ready for a forced shot.

    Kobe Bryant's body was rising. When it reached the highest point, my hand had already reached above the basketball raised by Kobe Bryant, firmly covering the fiery red elf.

    There is one!

    There is a hint of joy in my heart!

    But my joy was a little too early. Kobe Bryant suddenly turned around in the air, took back the basketball in the air, and then gently sent the basketball from his waist to his side, and the basketball passed with a whoosh.  come out.

    This is a hit ball, the basketball hit the ground, made a bang, and then bounced straight into the hands of Shaquille O'Neal.

    "Shaq!" I yelled. When Kobe Bryant retrieved the basketball in the air, I already knew his purpose. I was yelling, hoping to remind my teammates to respond to Shaq in time.  Quayle O'Neal enters?interference.

    My reminder worked. Larry Hughes rushed over like crazy and reached out to slap the basketball that Shaquille O'Neal had just received.

    Shaquille O'Neal is smiling, smiling brightly, with a sense of pride that his conspiracy has succeeded.

    I couldn¡¯t help but mention it in my mind. The positions of the players on the field that I had in my mind suddenly reminded me who was open.

    It¡¯s Derek Fisher!

    Shaquille O'Neal dodged Larry Hughes' stolen ball, pushed his hands outward slightly, and the basketball flew to a position outside the three-point line at a 45-degree angle.

    The fat, short little fish calmly caught the basketball. There was no one in front of him. He calmly shot the fiery red elf from outside the three-point line.

    The basketball passed through the basket and rubbed against the net, making a "whoosh" sound, accompanied by a clear and piercing sound from the buzzer that the goal was valid.

    "You can't win!" Shaquille O'Neal said proudly to me, and after saying that, he twisted his plump hips and walked towards the backcourt.

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    Looking up and looking around, my teammates also looked frustrated. They all felt that this goal made it a bit easy for the opponent to score. I clapped hard and shouted loudly: "Play well! Give them back!"

    "Okay! Give them one back!" Everyone responded to me, and their faces that were originally a little depressed suddenly became energetic again.

    Yes!  Give them back!  Although the goal scored by the opponent is very frustrating, it is useless to be frustrated. All we can do is give them back.

    Shaquille O'Neal and I were competing for strength. I squeezed Shaquille O'Neal hard. Although this was not included in Bill Laimbeer's tactics, I thought that as long as I exhausted Shaquille O'Neal's  Strength will make him unable to show his strength, or he will end up with cramps, which will be more powerful for us.

    Larry Hughes, guarded by Derek Fisher, slowly dribbled to the frontcourt. I half-turned and hit Shaquille O'Neal hard with my broad shoulders, knocking his fat body away.  There was a slight pause in the collision, and then he quickly lifted forward, put his feet on the horns, and stretched out his hands to receive the pass from Larry Hughes.

    Caron Butler, Darko Milicic, and Carlos Boozer were originally positioned around the paint area, but when I mentioned it earlier, these three people also quickly ran to the outside at the same time.  , attracting the Lakers players who were originally defending them to also pull outward.

    The situation where the basket was expected to be empty did not appear, because O'Neal was shrinking, shrinking towards the basket, and Karl Malone, who was originally guarding Darko Milicic, rushed toward me like flying.  Phil Jackson mentioned the high post to me, and he made extremely adequate arrangements, using extremely tight position defense to make up for Shaquille O'Neal's embarrassment after I mentioned the high post.

    I was calculating, calculating the movement of my teammates, calculating the positions of Caron Butler and Larry Hughes, calculating whether Carlos Boozer had thrown away Devin who was guarding him.  George, calculating the movement of Darko Milicic, who I have a good understanding with, tried to find a suitable passing route to pass the basketball to the most suitable person.

    I just saw clearly Darko Milicic moving behind me along the three-point line from a 45-degree angle, and Karl Malone, who was chasing him, rushed towards me.  Derek Fisher is chasing Larry Hughes again, Devin George is entangled with Carlos Boozer, and what about Kobe?

    My brain was calculating the position of Kobe, the only position that was not in my field of vision. When I was about to turn my head to see where this guy Kobe was, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw a person in a uniform on the left rear of my body.  The guy in the purple jersey swatted the basketball I was holding.

    It¡¯s Kobe Bryant!

    Kobe Bryant is not guarding Darko Milicic!

    I was finally relieved, and the basketball in my hand gently moved to the right, and the basketball went straight to Darko Milicic's hands.

    Turning around, I saw Darko Milicic jumping high outside the three-point line and shooting the basketball in his hand.

    The same pass through the basket, the same ripples on the net.

    "What's going on? Kwame didn't look back. How did he know that Darko Milicic would appear in that position? Why?" The commentator on the scene asked loudly "Why".

    I turned around and gave an excited high-five to Darko Milicic in the air.

    "Congratulations!" I said with a smile

    &nbsp"Haha" Darko Milicic touched his bald head and smiled shyly.
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